⤷ After your parents left you to help out with the farm chores, you find yourself bent over for the farmhand.
⤷ brat reader, mean hamzah, cunnilingus, fingering, sex
⤷ a/n: haven't written in forever so hop off my ass if this is shitty
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Living on a farm was NOT your dream in life. You were always a city girl, born and raised in Toronto, Canada.
When your parents got a divorce when you were 16, you were devastated, knowing your mom was going to move you away from your dream of being in the city.
That's precisely what happened when she remarried another man when you turned 18.
She met a man at a bar, and they'd been dating for the longest time, but eventually, they got married. This meant you and your mother had to move in with him and live on his farm.
You tried to be nice about the whole situation because your mother was in love, but you truly hated living in the country.
Your mother told you not to worry too much, that once college started you'd be back in the city. But it was the summer, which meant you were going to spend the next three months of your life spending time with chickens and smelling cow shit.
There were multiple occasions where you told your mother you would get your own apartment back in Toronto, but your step-father said if you did that he wouldn't be paying for your college.
They got married a month ago, meaning you've been living on this farm for some time now.
It wasn't crazy, there was no silo or fields of wheat, just animals that liked to smell and make noise.
Your agreement with your mother is that you would live on the farm for the summers between college, but you weren't doing any farm chores because your stepdad was able to do them before you came along, so he shouldn't need you now.
Although she was a little frustrated about your lack of care to help, she felt it was more important to have you around while she could.
There were plenty of times when your stepfather tried to get you to do some farm chores, but you were still able to get around the trick.
The thing about your mother and stepdad was that they hadn't gone on their honeymoon yet, wanting to get you and your mom moved in and settled before they celebrated their new marriage.
This didn't seem like a big issue until you realized that meant you would be responsible for some farm chores for a week straight.
The topic of you doing farm chores didn't go over well, causing crying arguments and teenage tantrums.
"It's not fair! Just because you guys decided to get married doesn't mean I should be responsible for something I'm not even apart of. while you're on vacation!"
Your mother shook her head, "Y/N, I never ask you to do anything, the least you could do is cover for your stepdad for the week"
"You have people do do half of this shit for you!" You argued, "Just pay them more to do it!"
"It's not about the money y/n, it's about the time. Hamzah isn't going to be able to do all of the things I pay him to do as well as what I do in the time frame he's given." Your stepdad argued.
Hamzah was the boy your age that your stepdad paid to help do work. He was the son of one of his best friends, usually over every day to get work done and maybe stick around for dinner.
You didn't really talk to Hamzah, only when you had to. He'd occasionally walk in the house to fill up his water or talk to your stepdad about something. He knew your stepdad for basically his entire life, more comfortable around the guy than you ever would be.
Unfortunately, there was no way you were going to win the argument against your family, meaning you were going to have to work alongside Hamzah in taking care of the farm.
You knew Hamzah was a nice guy, he was always very respectful to your family and knew what to say. But you never had much of an interaction with him yourself.
Once the week of work came, you were already dreading getting out of bed. What if you just faked sick and Hamzah had to deal with everything himself?
Deep down, you really wanted to do that, but you knew it wouldn't be right. You eventually got yourself up and ready, making sure you ate enough breakfast so you didn't throw up from the smell of an animal.
By the time you got outside, you could see Hamzah standing in the barn, taking two of the horses out and into the pasture. Once he saw you, he tilted his hat down at you, "Hey there y/n"
You smiled, arms crossed as you dragged your feet over to him, "Let's get this over with already"
"Well, someone's excited this morning," Hamzah chuckled, "Taking the horses out to the pastures, how about you muck the stalls?"
You looked at him with furrowed brows, "Muck... the stalls?"
He smiled again, "Clean them out, they're getting to be too gross for the horses"
You nodded as you watched him walk off. Pulling yourself further into the barn, you looked at the stalls. The appearance of the stalls made you want to gag, staring at the horse crap and dirty bedding.
Looking around, you found yourself a wheelbarrow, gloves, a broom, and a shovel.
You huffed as you dragged the items back towards the stalls, pulling the buckets of food and water out of both stalls.
Grabbing the shovel, you took it into one of the stalls, shoveling up the bedding and plopping it into the wheelchair. The smell was hitting you quite hard, filling your nose with an odor that forced you to breathe out of your mouth.
The wheelbarrow was full when you were only halfway done with one stall, walking out of the barn to look for Hamzah.
You saw him out taking hay bales off a truck and stacking them under a gazebo. "Hey!" You shouted, "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"
Hamzah looked over, squinting at you to see what you were doing more clearly, "Oh, just dumb it by the side of the barn, we'll use it for fertilizer and compost"
You gagged at the fact that you were meant to use this to grow food, feeling like you were practically eating shit.
Dumping the wheelbarrow contents onto the ground, you went back and repeated the steps about three more times. Filling the wheelbarrow, then dumping it out.
Once you got most of it cleaned up, you picked up the rubber mats that were lying under the bedding and took it out to rinse off before sweeping everything out that you could.
Hamzah came over to check in on you, holding large bags over his shoulders, "Lookin' good!"
You looked over at him with an exhausted face, wiping the sweat off your forehead.
"If you could just put the mats back down and put the new bedding in that would be perfect, come find me afterwards and I'll find you something else to get done"
"There's more!' You whined, shoulders dropping dramatically.
"Realistically, we aren't even halfway done" Hamzah said, dropping the bags onto the ground, "You finish up here, yeah?"
You nodded as you grabbed the rubber mats and put them back down on the ground.
Trying to finish up quickly, you tore the bags open and laid down the new bedding, putting the food and water buckets back in the stalls.
You were exhausted, even though you barely had much to do. This wasn't your thing; you could be shopping or scrolling on social media, but you were stuck taking care of a farm.
You plopped yourself ontop of one of the hay bales, sitting in the shade under the gazebo.
You saw Hamzah in the distance, finishing up with whatever chore he was doing.
He eventually saw you sitting and made his way over, "How's it going?"
"I'm tired, and I don't want to do this anymore"
Hamzah chuckled to himself, "You've only worked about an hour, its not even noon yet"
You looked up at him in frustration, "I can't take a break?"
"Sure you can, but the longer the break, the longer you're out here"
You sighed, groaning at the work you had to get done.
"Alright, well what can I do then?"
Hamzah thought for a second, trying to think of something easy for you to do, looking you up and down.
"How about you go fetch the chickens eggs, should be plenty in there for ya"
You nodded before dragging yourself off the hay bale and towards the chicken coop.
You grabbed the basket off the floor before squeezing yourself into the shed where the chickens all ran around. You looked into each box where the chickens would lay their eggs, grabbing as many as you could see, sometimes having to swat chickens away from you.
You took the basket inside the house, setting it on the kitchen counter.
Deciding for yourself that you were done for the day, you went to your room to shower the barn stench off your body.
The warm water felt relaxing as it fell against your sore muscles. You stretched your arms under the water, rubbing your eyes and yawning.
Once you were done showering, you turned off the water and dried yourself off, stepping out of the shower. You wrapped your towel around yourself as you heard shouting from downstairs.
"Y/N" Hamzah shouted.
"Y/N, where are you?"
Your eyes rolled as you stommed down stairs, marching over to see what Hamzah wanted.
"Y/n, there's still stuff we have to do today-" His words stopped once he saw you.
His face showed shock, wondering why you were clad in a towel. He wasn't trying to be creepy, but he couldn't help but look you up and down.
"W-what are you doing?" Hamzah asked
"I was showering, what are YOU doing?" You questioned back
"Well, we still have stuff to do, but clearly you're opting out on that," He said with an attitude.
"Hamzah I don't mean to be disrespectful, but we both know this isn't my thing"
Hamzah took a deep breath, trying not to show his frustration, "I understand, we'll reconnect tomorrow"
Except, tomorrow was no different. Hamzah dragged you back out to the barn to feed the animals and milk the cows.
You sat there on a milk crate, elbows resting on your as you dripped in sweat. The bucket in front of the cow in front of you was as full as it was gonna get.
To be honest, you didn't even know you knew how to milk a cow.
You were already wanting to be done, having fed the animals and milked the cows. Realistically, you were doing less work than yesterday, but somehow you felt just as tired.
Hamzah walked into the barn, checking up on how you were doing, "Hey"
You looked up at him, sweaty and tired, "What now?"
"You could go weed the garden, we should harvest some of the vegetables tomorrow"
Rolling your eyes, you threw your head back
"Not to be rude, but does it look like ill be getting that done today?"
Hamzah chewed the inside of his cheek, "alright, well, guess you have to do both tomorrow."
Hamzah turned around, walking out of the house with clear frustration, sick of having to cover up for your lack of work.
It wasn't your fault, you weren't born to do this type of work, and usually your stepfather is the one helping him.
Unfortunately for Hamzah, there wasn't much of a chance of getting you to help.
The next day basically went just how you hoped it would. You slept in, spent the morning sitting in the living room watching a show.
You saw the UV was starting to get really high, deciding you should go outside and get some sun.
Wanting to get a big of a tan, you changed into a white thong bikini, one that was quite small but would give you nice tan lines.
You took yourself out onto the back patio, seeing Hamzah digging weeds out of the garden across the yard.
He watched you for a second, switching between questioning what you were doing and admiring your appearance.
Hamzah walked over, bocking the sun from his eyes with his hand, "What are you doing? Can't weed a garden in that outfit"
You sat down in one of the sun chairs, looking at Hamzah and rolling your eyes.
"Good thing I'm not going to weed the garden!" You spoke
Hamzah huffed, annoyed at your lack of compassion for him doing all of the work himself. "Y/n it's not funny, you've been slacking all week"
"Okay, and I'm just keeping you occupied"
Hamzah rolled his eyes, knowing he wasn't going to win this fight. "You have an hour, then change and come help"
You glared at Hamzah while he walked away. He's never spoken to you in such a stern and demanding tone.
Trying not to let Hamzah ruin your vibe, you kept enjoying the sun until your time was up. After the hour, he glarred at you from the garden. "Go change, then get out here asap!"
Groaning and rolling your eyes, you took yourself inside. Instead of changing into something for gardening, you washed your sweat off in the shower and threw on a tube top and tiny jean shorts.
Going back downstairs, you saw Hamzah standing in the kitchen with quite a frustrated and annoyed look on his face.
"Seriously, y/n, I told you to change, not take a 45 minute shower and put on.. THAT"
"Well, I changed, didn't I?" You hummed, leaning against the back of the couch as he shook his head.
"And I said ASAP, didn't I?" Hamzah argued back, taking a step closer to you.
"Mhm, as soon as possible, and I changed as soon as I possibly could." You smiled
Hamzah pinched the bridge of his nose before lashing out at you, "You know what, y/n. I've tried to be nice to you this entire week, I let you off the hook with a ton of shit, I took over for you so you could go be a lazy princess, what the fuck is your issue?"
You furrowed your eyebrows, "First of all, I'm not a lazy princess. Second of all, who the fuck are you to be telling me what to do!"
Hamzah grabbed the sides of your arms, slightly shaking you as he spoke. "You know what, you're right! You're not a lazy princess, you're the queen of being lazy! You've done jack shit here, and I've been working my ass of trying to do your work. This isn't about you being worthless, it's about you not being the fucking bitch you are and caring about having to put me through more labor and work I shouldn't be doing"
Your lips parted in shock, you had no clue Hamzah had all that anger built up in him. Part of you wanted to smack him in the face, but another part wanted to rile him up even more.
You gulped, collecting yourself. "Hamzah, do I look like someone who should be out in a fucking barn? Or getting on my knees and pulling weeds out of a garden?"
Hamzah laughed to himself before taking a step back, "You're right, the only time you'd ever get on your knees is to suck your entire schools dick"
Your jaw dropped, not expecting Hamzah to come at you with such a harsh insult. "Excuse me! You don't know anything about me!'
"Oh trust me y/n, I can read you like a book"
You rolled your eyes again, "Right, sure you do. You're quite the asshole, you know?"
Hamzah nodded, "Trust me, I'm not here to please you okay?"
"You wouldn't know how to please a girl like me anyways!"
Hamzah laughed, tossing his hands in the air before dropping them again. "See! All you think about is dirty shit. You're literally a whore, y/n"
You had nothing to say after that, silenced by his crude words.
Hamzah shook his head, "You're not saying anything because you know it's true"
"You know what, I WOULD rather be on my knees sucking dick than on my knees in a fucking garden!" You decided the only way you would win this fight was to take the only material he had against you, and that would be being a whore.
"And you genuinely think that's a good thing?"
"It's gotten me a lot farther than you think Hamzah"
Hamzah shook his head, not believing your bullshit.
"Of course it has y/n" Hamzah smirked getting a little to close to you, "and what does that mean?"
"It means I've gotten just about anything I want," You whispered, getting equally as close to him.
Hamazah looked back and forth between both of your eyes, figuring out his next play, "how so"
A smirk grew on your face, then a small lip bite. Your eyes trailed down his body before you put your hands on his chest to back him up a little.
Hamzah watched your actions with a straight face. He knew exactly what you were getting at, but only played dumb.
You pulled yourself to your knees, pressing your palm against Hamzahs clothed cock while undoing his belt with the other,
You smiled while biting your lip, looking up and making eye contact with him while you massaged his dick.
His dick started to harden as you pulled it out of his clothes, yanking his jeans down to his ankles.
You heald his cock in your hand, slowly sliding it up and down, kitten licking the tip.
Hamzah took in a deep breath once you put his cock in your mouth, letting you slide it down your throat.
He knew this wasn't right, but he also knew he could tame your brat behavior. Hamzah understood your motives; you were going to use this as an opportunity to avoid doing farm chores for the rest of the week.
Although he should have stopped you, he didn't, though, he wasn't going to go easy on you.
You started getting more aggressive, sucking his cock faster, massaging his balls with one hand, and stroking him with the other.
Hamzah's eyes closed as his head fell back, breathing slowly. You pulled yourself off his cock and looked up at him, flashing him a smile and a giggle.
He looked down at you and furrowed his eyebrows, not thinking you were going to stop there.
"See!" you smiled, "I'll suck your dick whenever you want if that means I don't have to do the yard work"
There it was; you exposed your secret to him. Any man would have agreed, but Hamzah's not any man
"That's it?" He questioned.
You looked a little shocked. Did he expect more? Did you not do good enough?
"I- um. What?"
Hamzah shrugged, "I don't know, I guess I was expecting you to work harder than that. That's okay though, you tried. Now lets get outside and I'll show you what real hard work is"
"No no no! I'll do more! I promise, whatever you want"
Hamzah smiled, "Y/n, just admit it. You're not a hard worker, even when it comes to your own specialty"
You pouted, frustrated that you weren't getting your way. "What do you want them?"
"I want you to stop being a brat, you can't suck your way out of everything"
Shaking your head you argued, grabbing his dick with the effort to try again, "That's what you think"
Hamzah chuckled to himself while letting you suck his cock for a few minutes. Your face was showing frustration as Hamzah was showing boredom on his.
Pulling your mouth off his dick you looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. Hamzah looked at you with a questioning face "What?"
"Why are you acting like you don't like it?"
Hamzah smiled and then shrugged, finding your frustration humorous. "I just don't think this is gonna go how you think, you've got quite the lesson to learn"
Before you could fully react to Hamzah's words, he pulled your body up and turned you around, bending you over the back of the couch.
With a gasp, you turn your head back and look at him, shocked by his actions.
Hamzah layed a harsh smack to your ass before yanking down your bottoms, smacking your ass again.
You bit your lip at his actions, his roughness and aggression turning you on.
Part of you should have stopped him, but another part of you knew this could convince Hamzah to let you not do farm chores.
Hamzahs hand slid to your cunt, gathering your moisture before sliding his fingers into you.
You felt yourself clench around his fingers, feeling him slowly slide the two fingers in and out of you, trying to loosen your cunt.
Hamzahs fingers perfectly stretched you out, readying you for his cock.
His fingers slowly pulled away, you whined at the loss of contact before feeling his cock press against your entrance.
Using one hand, Hamzah kept his cock lined up, pressing your back down with the other hand.
You felt a slow pressure as Hamzah started filling you up, causing your jaw to drop, letting out a soft moan.
You let out a hum as the tip of his cock reached the back of your walls. Hamzah gave you some time to adjust to his size before finally pulling himself back before pressing himself back in.
His thrusts were slow, but meaningful with demand.
Once you got yourself use to his size, you let yourself relax, letting out soft moans to his gentle thrusts.
Your moans signaled him to start thrusting a bit quicker, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, "Oh- my God Hamzah!"
"Just like that y/n, so fucking good" Hamzah grunted
You felt the pressure in your stomach build up, letting out whines and whimpers from the sensation.
"So fucking tight for a little whore" Hamzah spoke roughly
His degrading tone of his voice caused a tingle in your cunt, wanting more of him.
"H- Hamzah, please"
"Please what baby? You wanna cum angel?"
You nodded, eyes rolling back from his aggressive thrusting.
"You cum whenever you want, baby"
Hamzah hit another smack to your ass before both his hands tightened on the sides of your waist and roughly ramming into you.
The pressure inside you was so close to releasing, ready to cum on Hamzah's dick.
You tightened around his cock, trying to fight the sensation to make it last longer. Hamzah smirked at your efforts, slipping one of his hands to your clit to make you more needy.
That's when the pressure built up so intense that you couldn't keep yourself contained.
You felt your legs begin to shake just as you started cumming, "There you go sweetie, just like that"
You whined as you felt yourself come down from your high, whimpering as Hamzah was still chasing his own.
Hearing his quiet breaths and grunts, you knew he was close. You squeezed yourself around him, making yourself tighter.
His fingers tightened around your waist as his thrusts became very scattered.
Hamzah pulled himself out of your cunt before releasing on your back, muttering "Fuck" under his breath.
The both of you continued to catch your breath before you looked over your shoulder at him, giving himself a smile with a lip bit.
Hamzah grinned softly, "Now lets get you cleaned up so you can come help with the garden" leaving one small smack to your ass.
i kinda don’t get why everyone is mad about hamzah and claire! if they’re dating then omg adorable and if they’re not then omg it’s so cute how good of friends they are. and they’re public figures obv people are gonna be curious and ask abt it so acting like people talking abt it is the equivalent to doxxing them is actually crazy. there’s obviously a line and SOME people are taking the situation too far but like it’s not illegal to have an opinion abt an influencer. it reminds me of that one friend that’s too woke
YES!!!
i think it’s fair for people to comment and discuss, but i don’t think people being upset is fair. tbh you def said it the best 👏👏
i feel so special to have found ur blog so early on but i also am so sad that there are only 2 fics so far 😭😭 you’re like the best hamzah writer ive seen
omg thank you so much, you're such a sweetie <3
Planning on another fic coming out soon this week!!
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